"WYG" lyrics
Baby Kia & LAZER DIM 700 Lyrics
Ahahaha, uh
No way he really tried that shit, like, uh-uh, where you goin'?
Don't need procedure for this switch, I almost broke my arm
Bought Chevy, bro do a Q5 and we four Glock heavy
Rock with me, jump out at the same time at the clutch and they won't stop yellin'
Ah, rrah, rrah-rrah-rrah-rrah
Hide the window, fully ARP, that driver-by-by-by
He got doo-doo-doo-dropped, he cannot cry, that fire too hot
You see that G-G-G-G-Glock, you better freeze or you gon' die
Red drank, slowly fuckin' up my system, RP tablets all I eat
I'm very geeked up off this drank, they ask me what's wrong with my speech
No moissanite, go flawless diamonds, throw a dub on top my teeth
Slide in the 'Hawk, look how I'm ridin'
I'm in that track', this ain't no Jeep
Big truck, loud stick, spinnin' with no DJ
White suit, beer bong, hop out like the KKK
Gen3, built-in, clutchin' up, no temp fade
Seventeen-inch stick, jump out, I'm swingin' just, like, what that mean?
No way he really tried that shit, like, uh-uh, where you goin'?
Don't need procedure for this switch, I almost broke my arm
Bought Chevy, bro do a Q5 and we four Glock heavy
Rock with me, jump out at the same time at the clutch and they won't stop yellin'
Big stick, kick wake up the neighbors, they won't stop tellin'
I got green shit, green beans, aim at your lil' top tomato
I sell drank, put Wock' in Faygo
Don't bring your ho 'round me, I take hoes
Nigga stay bitin', stay watchin' the next man
Shoot the stick, I damn near fucked up my best hand
I ain't bought shit in guns, I ain't investin'
Caught her with the back of a swang, I ain't wreck it
Everywhere you go, you need gang to protect you
They think me and BK dumb, we on the spectrum
ARP ask you where you goin', it's fetchin'
My pants too tight to fit the stick, I stretch it
Put a shirt on, I can get dressed in a second
Nigga might run off, this shit too expensive
Third whip this year, I'm switchin' the rental
I ain't even wan' scam you, my partner done scammed you
Treat this bitch bad, I ain't shootin' that bitch gentle
Get in that trap, better know what you gettin' into
Get on that 'za, I come back to my mental
Get a lil' drop from a thot, it be simple
Spin your lil' whip, now your whip got dimple
No way he really tried that shit, like, uh-uh, where you goin'?
Don't need procedure for this switch, I almost broke my arm
Bought Chevy, bro do a Q5 and we four Glock heavy
Rock with me, jump out at the same time at the clutch and they won't stop yellin'
No way he really tried that shit, like, uh-uh, where you goin'?
Don't need procedure for this switch, I almost broke my arm
Bought Chevy, bro do a Q5 and we four Glock heavy
Rock with me, jump out at the same time at the clutch and they won't stop yellin'
Ah, rrah, rrah-rrah-rrah-rrah
Hide the window, fully ARP, that driver-by-by-by
He got doo-doo-doo-dropped, he cannot cry, that fire too hot
You see that G-G-G-G-Glock, you better freeze or you gon' die
Red drank, slowly fuckin' up my system, RP tablets all I eat
I'm very geeked up off this drank, they ask me what's wrong with my speech
No moissanite, go flawless diamonds, throw a dub on top my teeth
Slide in the 'Hawk, look how I'm ridin'
I'm in that track', this ain't no Jeep
Big truck, loud stick, spinnin' with no DJ
White suit, beer bong, hop out like the KKK
Gen3, built-in, clutchin' up, no temp fade
Seventeen-inch stick, jump out, I'm swingin' just, like, what that mean?
No way he really tried that shit, like, uh-uh, where you goin'?
Don't need procedure for this switch, I almost broke my arm
Bought Chevy, bro do a Q5 and we four Glock heavy
Rock with me, jump out at the same time at the clutch and they won't stop yellin'
Big stick, kick wake up the neighbors, they won't stop tellin'
I got green shit, green beans, aim at your lil' top tomato
I sell drank, put Wock' in Faygo
Don't bring your ho 'round me, I take hoes
Nigga stay bitin', stay watchin' the next man
Shoot the stick, I damn near fucked up my best hand
I ain't bought shit in guns, I ain't investin'
Caught her with the back of a swang, I ain't wreck it
Everywhere you go, you need gang to protect you
They think me and BK dumb, we on the spectrum
ARP ask you where you goin', it's fetchin'
My pants too tight to fit the stick, I stretch it
Put a shirt on, I can get dressed in a second
Nigga might run off, this shit too expensive
Third whip this year, I'm switchin' the rental
I ain't even wan' scam you, my partner done scammed you
Treat this bitch bad, I ain't shootin' that bitch gentle
Get in that trap, better know what you gettin' into
Get on that 'za, I come back to my mental
Get a lil' drop from a thot, it be simple
Spin your lil' whip, now your whip got dimple
No way he really tried that shit, like, uh-uh, where you goin'?
Don't need procedure for this switch, I almost broke my arm
Bought Chevy, bro do a Q5 and we four Glock heavy
Rock with me, jump out at the same time at the clutch and they won't stop yellin'
Writer(s): Brian Wolf, Khari Jahmill Hoard, James Leonard Price, Devokeyous Hamilton
